The Amputees Songtext
von Tindersticks

We are the amputees
Cut off at our knees
Something′s tickling at our feet
No more the sufferers
The dull thud of us
Once our heels they
Clacked in the street

I miss you so bad
I miss you so bad

We are the stigmatized
The prosthetisized
Our love, and our hate
Smoothed and shined
No more extremities
No more possibilities
Like forgotten skittles
We wait for our strike


I miss you so bad
I miss you so
I miss you so bad

If I could lean to you
I'd whisper in your ear
If I could reach for you
I′d touch you, I'd touch you
I'd touch you, I′d touch you
I′d touch you

I miss you so bad
I miss you so
I miss you so bad
Miss you so
I miss you, oh
I miss you
I miss you so bad
Miss you so
Miss you, oh
I miss you
I miss you so
I miss you so bad